Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2012 13:17:00 -0700
From: Nanaimo Hard
Subject: Borrowing Sarah
(All events portrayed are fictional, if you like what you've read, write me
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Sarah sat in the back seat of the car, nervous as hell while her dad drove
her over to his friend's house. She still wasn't sure how this had happened
beyond the fact that her father had borrowed a large sum of money from him,
and had been unable to repay the loan. Instead, he'd offerred his 15 year
old daughter to him for the weekend. Mr. Paulson had apparently agreed, and
now she was on her way there. She couldn't believe her father could do
something like that, but knew that he hadn't been thinking right for some
time. He'd injured himself on a construction site a few years ago, had been
given an oxycontin prescription for the pain, and was still taking it. She
couldn't help but wonder exactly how her father had spent the loan money.
It was a cold, rainy evening in late November, and she was clad only in
yellow, flannel pajamas and a thick coat. She'd tried to pack a bag, but
her father had gruffly told her she wouldn't need anything else before
stuffing her in the car. Eventually, it stopped in front of Mr. Paulson's
house, and her dad told her to make sure to make him happy before speeding
off. She fought the urge to cry, and slowly walked up to the door, knocking
gently. Mr. Paulson opened it, and smiled kindly at her.
"Hello, Sarah, you look lovely tonight. Please come in." He stood almost a
foot taller than her 4'11 frame, short brown hair, wearing a pair of lounge
pants and a black t-shirt. She'd always liked him, he'd always been nice to
her, and to be honest, she'd had a bit of a crush on him for a while
now. That did nothing to lessen her nervousness though. "Let me take your
coat, dear." She shrugged out of it and stood there meekly while he hung it
up. "Come with me, please."
She followed him into the living room, where there was a fire going in a
rock-framed fireplace, a long couch, and a coffee table with a bottle of
wine and a pair of glasses on it. "Please, sit down." Mr. Paulson continued
to smile gently at her. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you."
"O-ok." Sarah whispered.
Mr. Paulson opened the wine. "Would you like some, Sarah? It's quite good."
"Y-yes, please sir." He poured the wine and handed her a glass.
"To new friends?" he asked?
"Ok." She tapped her glass against his, and took a sip of the wine.
"So, Sarah. Do you know why you're here tonight?"
She took another drink of the wine, feeling some of her nervousness
abate. "My...my dad said he owed you some money...he said that to pay you
back, I...I had to stay here for the weekend."
Mr. Paulson took a drink of his own wine. "More or less that's the case."
He sighed. "I couldn't believe your father would do something like that,
but, well, here we are." He put a finger under her chin, and lifted her
face to look at him directly. "But at any rate. I'd like us to be friends,
Sarah."
"I'd l-like that too." She smiled tentatively at him.
His smile grew broader. "I can't tell you how glad I am to hear that
Sarah." He reached under the coffee table and produced a white box. "I have
something for you."
She took the profferred box, and opened it, revealing a small bundle of
white satin and lace. She removed it, and unfolded it, and gasped at the
babydoll top and g-string.
"Do you like it, Sarah? I had to guess at the size." he apologized.
"I-it's lovely." she whispered, feeling her nervousness taking hold
again. She took another sip of the wine.
"I'd like to see you in it."
"O..okay." She stood up, a little awkwardly. He pointed out the bathroom,
and she took the bundle in and shut the door. She removed her yellow
flannel pj's exposing her small, a-cup breasts and pink panties. She slid
the panties down, exposing her bare pussy, gasping as the chillier bathroom
air hit it. She quickly put on the g-string, covering it back up, and
carefully put on the babydoll top. There was a long slit in the front,
exposing her flat tummy. She ran a hand through her blonde hair, took a
deep breath, opened the door and stepped back into the living room.
Mr. Paulson let out an audible gasp as she did. She thought she saw the
front of his lounge pants begin to tent, but wasn't sure. "Sarah, you look
so beautiful."
"Thank you." she blushed.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, sir. It feels so soft."
"Maybe we can pick out some more for you this weekend. Would you like
that?"
She smiled timidly. "Y..yes, I think I would." She walked back over to the
couch and sat down again, helping herself to more of the wine.
After she'd swallowed, Mr. Paulson asked. "Sarah, have you ever done
anything with one of the boys at school yet?"
She shook her head.
"Would you like to sit on my lap, Sarah?"
She could feel her inhibitions dropping, and she stood, a little wobbly,
and moved over to his lap. She could feel something hard pressing against
her bottom.
"Sarah, I'd like to kiss you. Is that all right?"
She nodded, and as he leaned in she gently closed her eyes, like she'd seen
in the movies and on tv. He gently took her lower lip between his, suckling
it for a moment before easing his tongue into her mouth. She felt her body
begin to respond, and automatically began to wrap her arms around his older
body. She moved her own tongue into his mouth and felt his lips close
around it, sucking on it now. His mouth moved to her throat, gently licking
and kissing it, eliciting gasps and moans of pleasure from her. When he
moved his mouth away from her, she felt disappointment.
"Maybe we should move somewhere more comfortable?" he whispered.
She nodded and began to stand, very unsteadily, partly from the wine,
partly from lust. In response, he swept her up in his arms like a new
bride, causing her to giggle. She put her arms around his neck as he
carried her up the stairs, pausing only to kiss her deeply again at the
door to what she assumed was the bedroom. He carried her in, standing her
in front of the bed.
"Sarah, I'd like you to undress me." She nodded, and began lifting up his
shirt. When it was off, she leaned in and started kissing his exposed
chest. She moved her hands to the waist of his pants, and began to slide
her fingertips into the waistband, easing them downwards. Beneath were a
rather ordinary pair of white briefs, except for the wet spot quickly
forming. Sarah knelt in front of him and gently traced the outline of his
cock through the material. "Yes, Sarah, that's it." Mr. Paulson
moaned. "Take your time."
The thing was, she didn't really want to anymore. She was mad at her father
for putting her in this situation, but overcome with a surge of hormones
racing through her small body. She wanted this older man, but not because
her father had done what he'd done. She began pulling the briefs down,
causing his cock to spring free. "Have you ever seen a cock before, Sarah?"
"No." She whispered, wrapping a hand around the 7 inches bobbing in front
of her. She took a chance and smiled broadly up at him. "But I like what I
see."
He smiled back at her, and threw his head back and groaned as she began to
manipulate it. Pumping it slowly, exploring it with her hands. She leaned
forward and pressed her soft lips against the throbbing head, bringing a
louder moan to his lips. He placed a hand on the back of her head as she
parted her lips and began to take him into her mouth. She could only fit
about half of it inside her mouth, and instinctively began to bob her
head. She ran one hand around his body, grasping his backside, while the
other hand moved to his balls, massaging them gently. She loved the feeling
in her mouth, the taste of it. Sarah looked up at him, and loved the look
of pleasure on the older man's face. After a minute or two, he pulled away,
reached down and swept her back up in his arms, kissing her again, but more
aggressively this time. She responded in kind, drinking him in. She felt
one of his hands grab at one of her own ass cheeks, squeezing it, bringing
a gasping moan to her own lips. He placed her onto the bed, and began
pulling the g-string down her coltish legs.
Sarah felt her earlier nervousness begin to take hold again. "W..will it
hurt, sir?"
He smiled at her, when he spoke, his voice was choked with lust. "Maybe a
bit. I'll be as gentle as I can be."
"Please, sir." She gasped as he began to rub the head of his cock between
her virgin pussy lips, gently smacking it against her clit. She could feel
her pussy getting wetter, and let out a little shout as he began pushing
his cock inside her. He slowed down, letting her pussy stretch to adjust,
then eased more inside her. Sarah couldn't help but whimper as more of
Mr. Paulson disappeared inside her.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" She heard the words, but couldn't see him as
her eyes had rolled back in her head.
"I...I'm okay. Please. Sir."
"Ron."
"Ron." She corrected. "Please, Ron. Please fuck me." She felt him begin
sliding in and out of her, slowly to begin with, steadily building speed.
"Oh my god..." Ron gasped. "This is the tightest pussy I've ever been
inside." He leaned over her, kissing her again while he began pounding even
harder. "I want to teach you things, do you want that, honey?"
"Y...yes, Ron. Please." Sarah gasped as a wave of pleasure began building
from her pussy, causing her toes to start to curl. "Teach me to be yours. I
want to be yours." She felt a hand began to squeeze one of her small, young
breasts. She moaned. "Oh god, I...I think I'm going...I'm COMING!!" she
squealed.
As if that was the signal he'd been waiting for, Ron began moaning even
louder, she felt his cock begin pulsing inside of her, filling her pussy
with his cum. His cock slipped out, she felt him push a finger inside of
her, pressing against a certain part inside her pussy, causing another
orgasm to burst through her. She grabbed his hand, held it there for a
moment, then brought his cum covered fingers to her mouth, sucking them
clean, loving the flavor. That done, she wrapped herself back around him,
kissing her older lover deeply.